Beiming Han looked at his son's little face and said in a hoarse voice, "I don't want my son to see my weak and pathetic side. I don't want to leave you with that impression."
Xia Tian's expression froze slightly, and he awkwardly turned his head to glance at him, "Who is your son? I wouldn't admit it."
Beiming Han pulled him onto his lap, then hugged his small body. Just as Xia Tian was about to struggle, he heard Beiming Han say, "Xia Tian, let me hold you for a while..."
Xia Tian immediately stopped moving. He felt something wet trickling down his neck, and his small body trembled slightly.
"I really miss your mommy, and I miss you too..." Beiming Han hugged his son tightly, wanting to hold him even more tightly, but he was afraid of hurting him.
This little one was the baby he had with Xiao Ya.
"What's the use of saying these things now?" Xia Tian's eyes also became moist, and his little hands clenched into fists.
